I've gone to the deep end
But what does that mean?
my nails have scratched
the walls of this life
Signs on the skin
The torn flesh
Was never my problem
The bowels are
When they shake
Are knotted
On a rhetoric comb
Words tortured me
Boulders
Thrown at him
Stone me!
With my mistakes
I play chees
The king watches
Checkmate
But i have not Lost
I'm lost
Tighten
My lungs ask
For a single breath
Wich Is thick as mud
And Ask for air
I want oxygen
For my flames
I'm not off yet
Not entirely
I'm not off
I'm not off
Yet
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